They’re back to their rootsFrom foreign lands
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To be married
With family
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The stage is set
The decorations ordered
The food exquisite
Gourmet
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The emcee
The best in class
The make up artist
The gown chosen
Not traditional
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Peach
It’s going to be
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The bridesmaids dresses
All made to order
The pageboys
Their shirts with a bow
The pants
The shade
Of the bridegroom’s suit
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The flower girls
Also in peach
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The traditional sado
A resplendent red
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Her stilettos
His suit
Bespoke
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A matching shirt
A dashing tie
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And there are
Resplendent
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The rings made
Of solid gold
Their names engraved
On the inside
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The relatives
They’ve arrived
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There taken
Care of
From morn to night
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The hospitality
It’s expensive
But it is
Their parent’s delight
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The day arrives
The bride in peach
The groom in black
It’s not traditional
But no one minds
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They’re beautiful
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Seventeen priests
At their nuptials
Witness to their
I do
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They always count
They do
The people
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The soulful choir
The solemn
Ceremony
They’re man and wife
They’re one
That’s all that matters
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The evening delightful
Warmth everywhere
Smiling faces
Hugs and kisses
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The emcee
He entertains
He announces
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They make their entrance
To resounding claps
And confetti
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The flower girls
With their dainty baskets
The little pageboy
Bravely alone
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Their parents
Dancing away
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And now
A standing ovation
Hoots and claps
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They are joyful
It’s their day
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Then it comes
The skies darken
Thunderstorms
Lightening
Out of nowhere
The rain it pours
The deluge
The stampede
To that tiny
Covered place
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Th emcee too
Vanishes inside
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They wait
For the storm
To abate
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It gets stronger
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It’s the peach
They say
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They broke tradition
A bad omen
They’re cursed
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The murmurings
Reach their ears
Her eyes glisten
With unshed tears
In the ruins
Of her wedding day
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The sound
Crackles
Wired again
Bursts to life
Above the thunder
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He plays
Love is all around me
By Wet Wet Wet
Their wedding song
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He gives her a look
She says yes
With her eyes
Without a word
They run
To the center
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The decorations
All wet
They’re still there
The lights flickering
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With unspoken joy
They dance
Together
To the tune
Their arms linked
Their eyes
On each other
It does not matter
That it’s cold
They’re not alone
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Her peach gown
Now brown with muck
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The sound of music
Resounding
In their ears
The thunder
Unheard
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They gather around
With silent smiles
Their friends
They clap
They hoot
They hug
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When the dance
Is over
The music it
Blares again
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Time of our lives
By Tyrone Wells
Tears well
In their eyes
And then
They all are
Dancing
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They parents too
The couples
With their partners
Lost in their world
Oblivious
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The music changes
So also
The pace
It’s fun
It’s the wedding fare
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They have their day
It’s compete
It’s unique
A memory to treasure
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The bad omen?
It’s washed away
From people’s
Fertile
Imagination
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